Ok. So I Push This Button and What Happens to Civilization as We Know It?

I'm doing my blog post via my phone as always and trying to placate a psycho cat. I guess he has a thing against blogs since we had his nuts removed. Or maybe pink. Or maybe pink phones. I dunno. Lil assmunch is chewin on my fingers.

I put a reserve on two Play Station 3's. Our town/city/area of dwelling is out. None. Which is fine since the IRS is waitin 4 more days to mail my return. FOUR DAYS! Then I won't see it for 4 days after that. I am just having shitty luck.

I do wanna give props to Game Stop at Market Place. When I find out the guy's name I'll put his name in lights. He was patient. He answered my questions and didn't treat me like the gaming, uncoordinated dipshit that I am. He was really and truly full of the awesome as one of the awesomestiest bloggers ever would say. (http://mommywantsvodka.com) He recommended I try Lego games. Then he said I had to use FOUR buttons. (the number 4 is kicking my ass) Four buttons? Dude! I. Cut. Myself. With. A . Butterknife.

But I'm still totally going to make myself look horrible and play video games against live people everywhere because, dude, it's the Internet and noone will know I'm sitting in my granny panties, leg warmers and oversized tshirt sobbing because I was just shot and I'm wearing granny panties. (note* no, dumbass, my kid won't be home...he'll probably be shooting me from D's livingroom)

Testing My New Phone

I'm deciding how easy or difficult blogging with a touch screen is or isn't going to be. So far so good. I guess.

Why is it so hard to believe I really like scrapbooking? Even the potty-mouthed mommies need a hobby. I happen to enjoy scrapbooking, crafts, crochet and target practice. I found the cutest purple .380 at Big Bear! It's adorable! I also like the .9mm. I'd really like a .45 someday too.

Not a whole lot to blog. At least for now.

Imagine Horrible Sailor Expletives

OH eff'ing boy! I filed my taxes. Hooray. If the IRS wasn't full of effin idiots. I filed January 15th. My return was accepted January 17th. My refund check is supposed to be mailed February 5th. Nope. FEBRUARY FLIPPIN 12th. I did what I was supposed to. Hoo-effin-ray for nerds without the common sense of Britney Spears.

Robby's test results won't be back until next weekish. I'm still battling with medication issues. Will it really help him or will the Robby that is be lost in medicated drool?

Then I got my new phone. Yay. I just tried to download an MMS that was 177k. The phone was all "do you want this?" I pushed yes. Then the phone said "blocked too large message". WTFF?! Don't dangle my message in front of me then be all "PSYCHE!" I mean what kind of evil phone is this? Chinese. That's what. Asshole.

Oh. Also. I was patiently waiting for my refund check. I wanted my new laptop. Now. I still have to wait. I'm gonna tweet to Rehberg and Wilson and bitch. As if they can or will do anything. I think Rehberg is the reason I got the Voting Guard Duty thingy. I lost the paperwork. Hope it ain't like jury duty. Oops.

Koku had his nuts removed. He got home Tuesday night, tried to lick 'em, realized they were gone and his ears flattened. Koku actually started looking for his missing testicles. Robby and I laughed until we cried. Naturally I called my grandma and told her about Koku's loss and his quest to find his balls. Grandma said, "That has to be pretty traumatic! He woke up and they were there!"